One spares old people just as one spares children.

We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise, we harden.

Sound and sufficient reason falls, after all, to the share of but few men, and those few men exert their influence in silence.

The loss of a much-prized treasure is only half felt when we have not regarded its tenure as secure.

Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.

We can really respect a man only if he doesn't always look out for himself.

Distance... is like futurity. A dim vastness is spread before our souls; the perceptions of our mind are as obscure as those of our vision... But alas! when we have attained our object, when the distant 'there' becomes the present 'here,' all is changed; we are as poor and circumscribed as ever, and our souls still languish for unattainable happiness.